Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.